As I have expressed before, one of the more alluring themes or structures common among much of your work is an idea of separation. SEPTEMBER brings your play of separation into new areas. Distance has at once both shrunk and expanded into tiny chasms and enormous slivers. The disparate statements of the story are not explicitly unrelated; indeed, the can very easily be put into the same conventional narrative. The shortness of the piece, however, immediately increases the effort necessary for a "whole" conception of the text, events, or images. I could be there with david and ellen, whilst still thinking about the events of September. Perhaps it is David's admission that reminds I of the September where he and others learned to forget. The sentences are connected in a small or large way, but each one requires at least a bridge, if not a paraglider. Each word necessitates a leap to the next. The explanations do not explain, the characters are or are not dreams, but "there is no question." I might write more later.